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STORY ABOUT BLUE MUMMY - DIANNA DIVERNO

Literary agent Sigmund Costa worked as part of his small, international literary agency (an office on the seventh floor of the building where a studio of some local TV station was located, on the floor below was the office of one lawyer and two marketing agencies, and on the ground floor a hall for events, car fairs and some internet marketing agency). They took the elevator up to the office of Mr Costa. At the entrance it had a small waiting room with four chairs and a table piled with weekly newspapers and TV programs, and the waiting room was completely empty at that moment.

Mr Sigmund Costa received them immediately, as it was already four in the afternoon and the end of his working hours. He had a grey thin hair, wore glasses and gave the impression of a real bookworm. He was overcome with that day, which was obviously overwhelming. The phone was still ringing, but he did not answer. He waved his hand through his hair and ruffled it in doing so, and with his other hand showed them to sit down.

-How may I help you? - He set his glasses on his face and stared at them.

- You were the literary agent of the late Peter Bridges? - captain Robertson asked quietly.

-Yes. But that was very, very long time ago. Peter is dead. - He said calmly, not blinking. He was only one of his associates and someone who is no longer there ... He was just another name in a line, easily replaced with someone else.

-Yes. We know. We are making - began inspector Lombardo slowly – a web site about excavations in Saudi Arabia, so...

- As I recall - Sigmund interrupted him at once - Peter had never been interested in Saudi Arabia.

- Yes, we know that, however...

-Peter has published a few books, and one of them is "The Ancient Civilizations of mystic Egypt". I was his literary agent.

- Yes, we know that, Mr Costa. We are interested whether you knew a certain Michael Regeni?

- And when do you suppose I should have known him? - Sigmund put his hand unwillingly through his hair again. The phone just kept ringing and ringing again, and that was really irritating.

- Four or four and a half years ago? - Lombardo tried to remind him.

He shook his head - I really do not remember.

- He was a friend of Peter, who wrote an encyclopaedia about excavations – inspector Lombardo tried to remind him.

He gazed at him for a moment, and then, like through the cloud of memories, the tiredness and infinity of the various faces he had seen in the past couple of years, finally remembered - Ah, yes, I remembered. But that was a long time ago.





(Summer 2015)

Translation - Ana Ferluga



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